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I looked down between my legs…
The proof was unmistakable. My throbbing pussy was leaking slowly diminishing drops of my son’s sperm into the toilet. Ten minutes ago it had been gushing it, but even still there more I squeezed I could still feel another drop congealing. It was almost impossible to fully come to grips with that one shocking fact, but then another plop hit the water and it was like another slap to the face. The worst part was that only heart before he’d deposited the incestous load he’d given me one of the best orgasms of my life. I wanted to hate him, but the tingles in my nerves at remembering that pleasure, along with my natural mother’s instinct made it impossible.
I don’t know why I got dressed before coming in here. He’d already seen me naked, but I just couldn’t stop myself from covering my shame, only to half take it off again in the restroom. But then again right now almost nothing made sense. I had the distinct memory of fucking my step-father, while at the same time knowing it was somehow completely untrue, and had instead been fucking my own son. The memory was jumbled and blurry, but the feelings and pleasure, that had all been real. It was quite disconcerting and confusing, working to untangle the truth in my head, while at the same time my body desired the touch of his hands on my back and breasts, the wet caress of his lips on mine, the swelling warmth inside me as his… No!
The betrayal of how he used me with that hypnosis project snapped me back to being revolted by my own son, making me shiver with horrible disgust. It was already an undeniable fact that we’d sickeningly committed incest, but almost worse than that, my son had raped me, forcing me into it by tricking me into a compliant trance. If it’d been anyone else I’d already have the police on the phone, but this was my baby boy. The infant that I’d painfully birthed almost twenty years ago after as many hours of intense labor. The toddler I had suckling from my breasts almost nonstop every day for almost two years straight.
Wasn’t it my body’s propose to give him life and food? Something in me suggested it wasn’t really that much of a stretch to consider giving him pleasure and a safe first experience with sex as a motherly duty, but everything about that thought was revolting. No. What he did was wrong, evil even. Disgusting, vile, sickening, horrific, unforgivable. Yet I also remembered the tingle of pleasures and joy that I hadn’t felt since I’d done all those perverse things with his father, oh so many years ago.
He had been and probably still was a useless human being; crude, rude, and lazy. He’d been incapable of honesty or hard work, yet for almost a year in college I let him use and abuse my body, which filled me with such joy, despite all the horrible things he did. I knew he stole my money and cheated on me, yet I always folded like origami when he grabbed me. The way he kissed at my lips, neck, pussy, and tits still made me ache for him. There had just something about being fucked stupid by the bastard that balanced out the scales and made me love him all over again. Every bruise he inflicted was just proof he cared, and I always had a cunt full of cum to prove it. Still, I must have told him I was leaving him a hundred times over before I finally actually did it. I think it was only the fear of him hurting my baby that finally gave me the willpower to stiffen my spine and follow through with it, never look back.
I took a deep breath to come back to myself. It looked like nothing else of my son’s cum was coming out of me, but I still felt dirty and couldn’t bear to see or speak to him yet. I got back undressed and got in the shower, hoping I could scald away these unwanted thoughts and memories under a torrent of steam and water.
I heard the shower going…
I must have dozed off after making love to Mom. God, I was one sick literal mother-fucker. Every once of my being knew it was wrong, but damn if felt so good just a short while ago. I knew sex was going to feel good, but it was so much better than I’d ever expected. The soft press of a vagina surrounding my cock… The feel of a woman’s body beneath and around me… The texture of an erect nipple across my tongue… I simply couldn’t wait to do it again!
But not with Mom. I was weak and stupid taking advantage of her like that. She’d just pissed me off messing up the good thing I had going with Stacy. I hoped it wasn’t gone for good, but I know it had been working, at least a little with her. Just with Mom it had been so easy; too easy. She’d just tempted me into it by being so… available. Maybe it was because she trusted me so much? I read one article for my paper that said trust was the most important factor in achieving a true hypnotic state, and that’s why hypnotists needed all that flair and stage show. There subjects needed to believe they actually could be hypnotized, or they just wouldn’t be. It wasn’t mind control, just influencing people to let loose.
Whatever the reasons, it couldn’t… wouldn’t happen again. I loved my mother, as simple and loving as she was. It was wrong to force her to do these perverted things with me and I vowed to go straight, not use hypnosis on her anymore. I had already crossed the line of acceptable behavior, but no more. I could be… had to be better than that.
The sound of running water through the walls stopped and a few moments later Mom came back in her room, a towel wrapped around her.
“Mom, you…” I began, thinking I’d just hypnotize he to forget what has just happened, but she slapped me, and hard, knocking me back in shock and more than a little fear. Like everyone else I’d been spanked and disciplined as a child, maybe a bit less since Mom had a bark that was usually much worse than her bite. I’d long ago learned to judge her moods and tone of voice to know when to back off, but this time I’d not only stepped over the line, but bulldozed it completely, and I knew I deserved the slap, and more.
She just stood there for a moment, and I could feel the fury of emotions going off inside her. I rubbed my stinging cheek, waiting for her to speak first, then was about to offer what I could for an apology, and that prompted her to finally speak before I could. “You betrayed my trust. You lied and tricked me.” Then she took a deep breath, able to continue only above a whisper, saying, “You… raped me, your own mother.”
We both let that truth sink in for a moment, unable to speak as we each considered our options. Was she going to call the police and report me? Shit! That’d be bad. So bad. I never meant to hurt her. I just really wanted to finally fuck, and she seemed to have wanted it to, but she’d never fuck me, he son. So this whole thing had just been an almost perfect solution for both of us, just something must have gone wrong with my hypnosis. Maybe I could just…
“Go to your room and pack your things. Tomorrow I’ll drive you to your grandparents house. You’ll finish school there,” she said in a deadpan voice, looking at my feet.
“What!” I shouted. At least that wasn’t jail, but I hadn’t even considered that possibly at all. “But…” I started to complain, and that was the last straw for her. I could tell she was upset, but I had no idea how really mad she was until now.
“Christopher Michael Bennett!” she shouted out my full name and violently pointed at the door. I knew I’d pushed too far again, so I just slumped out and she slammed the door shut behind me. I returned to my own room and closed my door a harder than I planned, realizing I too was angry. It may be my own fault, but I still didn’t have to like it.
That whole day…
Since it was Sunday we were both stuck in the house the whole day, but for the most part Chris started in his room, and I stayed in mine. I heard his door open sometimes as he probably went to get food or use the bathroom, but I just hid in my room until I heard him return. He didn’t come out when I did the same and we just avoided each other successfully the whole day. Tomorrow was another Monday though, and while normally he’s go to school and I’d have to work, I texted my boss early to inform him I’d need tomorrow off due to a family emergency. He responded that it was okay, and he wished us well, thankfully without asking any questions.
I’d have to call in to Chris’s school in the morning to explain his absence, but otherwise to only other trouble would be getting him packed and out of the house, and calling my mom and somehow explaining things in a way that didn’t involve actually telling her what actually happened that she would accept. I didn’t know that I would even say yet, so I stewed and fretted over it the whole day, never actually building up the courage to call her.
Instead I just watched TV in my bedroom all day, then went to bed early, letting Chris manage his own lunch and dinner with whatever leftovers he found. I was too upset and terrified of actually talking to him, not because I thought he would actually do anything like hypnotize me again, but that I would see my son that I loved and cry and forgive him. That was something I knew I shouldn’t, no… couldn’t do. I had to do this or I’d be a horrible mother.
I don’t normally dream very vividly, but tonight, being a frantic mess the whole day, I felt myself step right into wonderland the moment I fell asleep. At first things were a confusing mess of floating in the ocean one moment, then falling from the sky the next, seemingly just in realizing that the water was really just air, but then I was flying with the birds until a dragon flew up to me. I was in awe of it for just a moment when it opened its mouth and easily swallowed me whole. Inside it was roomy, yet dank and warm, and there was a shaft of light to lead me out of the tunnel, but emerging out of it was me being born from my mother’s womb, only I was still an adult, and she was gigantic.
If that weren’t weird enough my stepdad then picked me up and placed me on my mother’s pillowy big belly and started fucking me with my mother sweetly telling me it would be okay, that this was why she had me, to be his breeding toy. I was just starting to feel good when he came, and after he pulled out I looked down and saw my belly had already expanded to the stretched and bloated condition I was in just before giving birth to Chris.
“If it’s a girl I make you a grandmother,” my step-dad said and Mom just laughed, dating she was too young to be a great-grandmother just yet. But before I could respond the contractions came. Before I knew it the doctors had swarmed around me and unlike reality, there was no six hours of labor, but just one big painful push that seemed to stretch on forever a Chris, fully his current age as a young adult pushed out of me and stepped free.
“Congratulations, it’s a husband!” Mom cheered and pulled him up to me, cuddling us both together. “Now make me a granddaughter.” And then before I knew it there was Chris fucking me. He looked so sweet and innocent, by loving baby boy, naked between my thighs, poking his hard shaft into me so pleasantly.
“Am I doing it right Mommy?” He asked and I came just from that alone.
“Yes!” I cried out, holding him pressed, tight against my bosom, and then he also began suckling from my teat, like he did when he was a baby and it made me cum so hard it finally woke me up.
My eyes snapped open in the dark, and a quick glance at my alarm-clock told me it was only just past midnight. Shit. Why did I have to have such fucked up dreams? It made me feel horrible, and worse, maybe even responsible for what Chris had done. He never had a father to teach him how to be a man, so I must have not been good enough to do it right. But had I lead him on, somehow made him think that what he’d done was okay, or maybe even that I wanted it?
The cold wet puddle under my ass left me no doubt that I must clearly be sexually frustrated. I hated that I’d enjoyed fantasizing about having sex with my son again, and couldn’t deny that it had definitely felt fucking amazing until I realized it had been him. Part of me wanted to just go right into his room and let him fuck me again, and I was ashamed just thinking about it. I couldn’t do that, it was insane!
I crossed my legs and rolled over, the uncomfortable squish of my leaking pussy begging for it was unmistakable. Why the fuck was I getting so turned on thinking about this? I already knew it was wrong and I couldn’t do that, but it was like my pussy couldn’t get the memo from my brain. I tossed and rolled on my other side, trying desperately to fend off these crazy and disgusting thoughts, but they just gnawed at my brain incessantly.
After five minutes that felt like an hour I decided that what I needed was to just masturbateto get my body over it. I spread open my thighs and pressed my fingers on the pressure spot just above my clit and just tried to frig myself off fast and then I could get back to sleep.
I was a complete swamp down there, soaking wet and touching it was like wonderful lightning coursing through my body as I inadvertently sought out that erotic high of an orgasm. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough the image of my son mounting me popped into my head and it made me shiver with pleasure until I had the wits to guiltily be disgusted with myself all over again.
“Fucking idiot!” I cursed at myself, then told myself loudly, trying to make it really sink in this time. “You are NOT attracted to your own son!” And as much as I meant it the one thing about actually saying it out loud is I could hear the lie in it now. “No!” I complained, whining like a young girl not getting to have her way, but as much as I hated myself I couldn’t deny the truth any longer. More than anything else in the world, I wanted nothing more than to go over to my son’s room and hop on his dick and pound my way into ecstasy.
I sighed and contemplated my shameful urges for a long time, knowing this couldn’t ever work, and also that I needed it as much as he did. Then I routed through my closet for some long forgotten supplies.
Something in my mouth woke me up…
I freaked out for a moment thinking I was choking on my blankets, but then I realized it was something else in my mouth and I was trapped, unable to reach it. Then as I came to I really freaked out. I again attempted to reach for my face, but my arms and legs were still stuck, each tied to one of the four corners of my bed. That’s when I started to thrash.
“Calm down Chris,” Mom ordered and then I saw her standing over me, but unlike anything I ever expected. She was in some sexy black lingerie that was jaw dropping, but I was too spooked by my restraints and gag to really appreciate it. The cloth on my hands and legs were long silk scarves, and wherever was in my mouth was soft to, probably another scarf, with one also tied around my head to keep me from spitting it out.
“You really are quite the deep sleeper,” she laughed at me. “No wonder I have to pound on your door forever to wake you up for school.” I tried to mumble a question, but the gag made anything other that a grunt impossible. “You’ll notice that I tied you up and gagged you, so that you’d have to just lay there and listen to what I have to say and not be tempted into trying to hypnotize me again.”
Even despite the gag I tried to insist I wouldn’t do that and really was sorry. I was pretty sure she understood my mumble, but I couldn’t be sure. “But that doesn’t matter anymore,” she sighed, then grabbed right for my penis, surprising the shit right out of me. “Now, anything I do, I’ll know what I’m actually doing.” I’d been too concerned for my condition to realize that I was buck naked and already semi-hard in her soft hand. Of course it only took a few seconds of that to enliven my rod the rest of the way, and a moment later I was throbbing hard in her hand.
“There’s my lil’ friend all awake now,” Mom cooed happily stroking my rigid shaft, but then like a dream she straddled my hips, facing away from me, and pressed my cockhead against her moist pussy lips. My eyes rolled back in my head with delight as she sunk her weight down on top of me, enveloping me completely within her warm, wet vagina.
Mom also moaned out, clearly enjoying being impaled on my prick, but didn’t move any yet, just focusing on the sensations as I was.
It almost surprised me when she gently began churning her hips a few moments later and it was unlike anything I’d ever imagined sex could be like, even despite all the hundreds of hours of imagination a woman fucking me would be like.
Nothing about jerking off could ever have prepared me for something this amazing, and even though we just started I was sure I was going to explode any second. It was like every part of my body was more alive than it had ever been before, yet it just went on and on, sending me over the moon.
Somehow I held on through this exquisite experience for far longer than I thought possible, and eventually she started adding a small bounce to her hip movements, and that finally drove me insane. I looked down, seeing that lovely curvaceous woman’s ass on my lap, and again struggled against my restraints, not to get free from her, but desiring now too grab ahold of that wonderful rump to squeeze and hold it as I fucked her. But still unable to get free I instead used the leverage of my restraints on each limb to flex my hips up and drive my cock deeper into her.
Mom gasped in surprise at my sudden moment and began bouncing harder, joining in with my moments to pound her pussy, and the next thing I knew my brain and balls exploded. My stomach contacted in knots, constricting my whole body like a toothpaste tube being rolled up to force out every last drop of cum out of me. Mom didn’t stop fucking me for the first few spasms of my orgasm, but them she pressed down hard, her cunt gripping me so hard that it felt like it was trying to rip it off. The last few spurts of sperm that came out did so painfully hard, making me cry out into my gag, then she twisted her hips back and my poor throttled penis snapped down, getting forcefully ejected out of her slippery hole.
For several moments we both caught our breath, though that was harder for me, my nostrils flaring like a horse as I breathed harder than normal because I was unable to use my mouth. But then she got off of me and stood up, then without saying a thing walked out and left me there. ‘Shit!’ I said, not than anyone could hear me through the gag. I was worried I’d really screwed up again, probably from coming too soon, and now I was going to be stuck like this, still all tied down on my bed. Was I going to have to spend all night like this? Was this more punishment?
Here I was in the bathroom again…
Just like yesterday, his copious amounts of semen leaked out of my pussy in the toilet again, and I flexed my belly to try and squeeze out all I could. Only this time it was all my fault; I had wanted this and gotten exactly what I’d spent the whole day trying to convince to myself was horrible and wrong.
God, what was I doing? I at least when my son had tricked me into sex I’d had the moral excuse of not knowing it was him and being in a delusional state. But this time I’d fucked him and it had been all my idea. I wanted to hate myself, and I did a little still, but now my overwhelming thoughts were focused on the sensations in my groin. My pussy throbbed so pleasantly, and the euphoric high of having done something so naughty and wrong felt so fantastic that it was just… well… ‘Awesome’ was the only word that came to mind.
I took off my lingerie and thought about what I’d done. In the moment of tying him down, rubbing that long hard penis, then fucking myself silly on it, I’d never cum so hard in my entire life. Now I already guiltily wanted to do nothing more than get my slutty pussy stuffed by him again. But would he even want to? Had I freaked him out by doing that, raping him? Then I remembered he was still tied down on his bed, and I knew I’d have to release him and talk about this. I wasn’t sure what I’d say; how I could go on being a good mother to him, while still desiring him to fuck me stupid.
I wrapped a towel around my naked body and took a deep breath before going back into his bedroom to release him.
Mom came back in a few minutes later…
“Chris, I’m going to untie you now, and then we need to talk,” she said sounding concerned. I guess she hadn’t forget about me, but I could tell this was going to be an uncomfortable conversation I didn’t really want to have with her, not like I had a choice.
She loosened one hand and I pulled it free of the scarf, bringing it right to my mouth to pull the scarf out so I could speak again. “Mom, why did you do this?” I asked, and I knew it came out sounding more angry that I really was, but it had been really annoying being gagged and tied down this whole time. Not that it wasn’t also extremely hot having her mount me until we both came, but she didn’t need to tie me up for that.
“I’m sorry dear. I know it was wrong, but please don’t be mad,” she almost seemed on the verge of tears.
“I’m not, just…” I began, but wasn’t sure she’d really want to hear what I really thought.
“Just what, Chris?” Mom insisted, and I could tell she was seriously begging for me to be honest. How could I tell her that I loved her, and not just as a son should, but as a lover, and not make it sound creepy and wrong? I couldn’t just tell her that the sex with her had been amazing and even now I was already getting horny again just imagining grabbing her tits and ass. I couldn’t come up with any words that would convey my honest feelings as I truly wanted to.
Mom had untied my feet and I had gotten my other hand free, then she sat down on the bed next to me, awaiting my answer. I chewed my thoughts, trying to come up with something, but then realized what my only answer could be.
Chris sat up and kissed me…
He surprised me, so at first I just sat there frozen in surprise, his lips on mine. Then I just sort of melted into it, opened my mouth to his, and the next thing I knew we were making out. His strong tongue played with mine in my mouth, and I was putty in his hands.
My mind drifted back to another handsome young man l loving me like this. He was my first love and even though I was not the prettiest girl, he said I was gorgeous and wanted me. I didn’t believe him at first, but when he kissed me I knew it was true, just like this. Back then I’d been plied with a bit too much alcohol, not that I’d needed it to let him have his way with me. Just the feeling of being wanted by a guy, any guy would have been enough, but the fact that it was the guy I was crushing hard over was enough to surrender to him completely.
Chris was of course still naked, and so was I once he gently pulled away the towel that had only been loosely covering me. His eager hands gripped and squeezed at my overly large udders, and he seemed to appreciate them them as much as his father had. He was just as rough, but honestly being man-handled like that was a blissful change from the years of neglect since I last felt a man appreciate my body.
My whole life growing up I’d been overweight and been told by my classmates in no uncertain terms that no one would ever want to kiss or touch me because I was ugly. It never mattered that people on TV said ‘be yourself’ or ‘you’re perfect just how you are.’ Every fashion magazine, every movie and TV show, every you and doll always proved the lie of those sentiments. In order for a guy to find a girl sexy she needed to be thin and flawless, an unachievable standard for me to ever even consider trying for. That’s probably why I slept with the first guy that ever showed any interest in me. And I guiltily also let him do it without a condom, almost hoping I’d become pregnant.
In my fantasy he’d be overcome with joy and marry me. Of course in reality he’d demanded I abort it and dumped me when I refused. Mom always said I should pursue him for child support, but I didn’t because I’d always held out hope that he’d realize he actually wanted the family I was more than ready to provide him. I never heard from him again, and that was probably for the best. I’d reverted to my previous reality, knowing I’d die an ugly old spinster, but at least I’d have a child to bring some joy into my life.
I know it was stupid reliving the past in my head at a time like this, but I just couldn’t help my mind from racing through the entirety of my only other romantic relationship as I accepted the possibility of another. The next thing I knew I was on my back, my young lover caressing and nuzzling my heavy breasts as he never had when he was a child. I couldn’t resist comparing it the new erotic sensations to the decade and a half ago when he innocently spent a dozen times a day for two years suckaling from my breasts for his every meal.
I don’t know why I couldn’t stop reminiscing the entire time he sexed me up; it was like I was trying to find a fault in his actions to give me an excuse to stop him from doing exactly what I truly wanted him to do. Then his hand found my wet pussy, still slightly oozing from his first load of cum that I’d do stolen from him, and he pushed a finger inside and I shivered with pleasure. He wriggled it around, making my spine tingle, and before I knew it he’d replaced his finger with his cock, snuggling in deep and holding me tightly to wedge in his entire length.
I gasped and moaned as he made love to me with deep and penetrating thrusts that absolutely blew my mind. Every push set off fireworks in my mind, and I was in a constant state of bliss. I couldn’t say how long he lasted because at that point every second was a new eternity of pleasure. I wasn’t really cumming, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t either. I was like a million tiny orgasms all pilling up on top of each other without giving me a chance to focus on any single one. I didn’t know which way was up and couldn’t care less.
His penis seemed to get harder and longer with each thrust, and I could tell that he must be getting close when he whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna…”
“Yes!” I gasped loudly and clutched for his ass, but only got my hands around his waist to pull him in even tighter. “Cum for me baby. Do it. Fill me up. Give it to me!” I begged, and he didn’t disappoint.
“Uhhhhaaa,” he groaned, pressing in deeply to prod right into my spasming cervix, which set off a whole new set of climaxes shivering up and down my spine. I dug my nails into his flesh and bit my lip to keep myself from screaming. My legs shook, and I was thankful I was on my back or I’d have collapsed to the floor had I been standing. My only regret after I recovered was that the feelings were so intense that I didn’t get to fully appreciate the feeling of his sperm exploding into me.
“Sorry,” I said, removing my claws from his hips, but he was still lost in his own business of pleasure. I squeezed my groin tight and he gasped, contacting another shirt of cum into my well lubricated vagina. In fact he kept himself pressed deep for almost another minute, letting every last drop loose inside of me, and it made me feel incredibly happy to have made him cum do well.
“Wow,” he finally said with a cute grin as he propped himself up on his hands and looked down at me.
“I’ll say,” I smiled back. “You were amazing,” I complimented him honestly, then brought one hand up to caress his sweaty cheek and brush his hair back a little. Even after this I couldn’t help but act motherly towards him, though now I feel more like a wife than I ever had since I was in this same position with his father half a lifetime ago.
“So, am I still going to live with Grandma?” he asked, giving me his goofy grin already knowing my answer.
“I don’t think she’d approve of what we’re doing,” I giggled back.
“So we can go this again?” he continued, not grinning anymore, just sounding more unsure yet hopeful for my next response.
“Again? Already?” I teased, squeezing again, this time popping out his soft member to his slight discomfort.
“No,” he said finally rolling off of me. “I’m exhausted, but maybe tomorrow, or rather tonight, or soon, unless you don’t want to? Many we could…”
I giggled like a young girl and sat up and kissed him on his lips to end his nervous ramblings. “As often at you want too dear,” I assured him. “I’m all yours, from now on.”
How the months have flown by…
… and things couldn’t have been better. I’m getting straight A’s in all my classes, and have a decent chance of being valedictorian of my class. And even after Mom initially crashed my hopes of ever getting with Stacy, it turns out she was more freaked that my Mom had walked in than she was about intimate with me. A week later she asked if I could go over to her place to study, and after a few choice words, and a little sparkle of the glass get I brought with me, she confessed that she had already been willing to blow me for help with math.
I took her up on that offer, and was so happy with getting good grades afterwards that lunch hours mostly ended with Stacy getting a daily salty dessert from me behind the bleachers. She even offered to let me fuck her, but when I asked about her sexual history she practically bragged about routinely spreading her legs for three different guys on the football team, as well as another dozen other guys, and even one of the teachers. Before I had sex I’d have been eager to join their ranks in her snatch, but now it just kind of disgusted me, so I declined tapping that STD depository and just let her continue playing tonsil hockey instead. She was too hot to give up on completely.
I considered trying to ask out another girl in school, but none of them did anything for me anymore. Every day when I got home I already had the best woman in the world, my very own loving mother. How could any other girl compare to her? And as her belly grew with the inevitable results of pumping what must have amounted to gallons of spunk into her still fertile womb she only became more lovely. I never hypnotized her again, there was no need. In fact I almost considered cutting Stacy loose a couple of times, feeling I was cheating on the mother of my growing child, but as I said, Stacy was just too hot to dismiss completely.
I wondered how many more children Mom was going to be able to carry before menopause kicked in, and I was looking forward to finding out. Can you blame me?
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